Whitney Redd

TRIASSIC

2011-10-24T10:31:00.000-07:00

Home of the Red

2011-10-12T07:37:00.000-07:00

Photos by Zac Robinson

Tik Tok

2011-07-06T21:40:00.000-07:00

This was required at work. . . we didn't just do it for kicks and giggles. Although, it was plentiful in that. :) Thanks to all my teammates, especially Meredith!

Enjoy

Redd Redd Roses

2011-02-14T19:29:00.002-08:00

Recently I had a certain someone ask me why I was so kind. They wondered why I had a sort of patience but yet demanded I get my way. And then they started to say that I will do as I please and say what I please as long as no one is negatively affected. (effected? affected? Jeremy, help me out)That I can accomplish, and accomplish well, anything I set out to do. That I am creative. Loud. Blunt. Funny.

This sparked a memory and so I answered them with tid-bits of a conversation I had with my amazing sister Roxy the day I felt OK about not getting a degree.

I could have said it all in one sentence, but we all know thats not my style. Soooo....I started it with one great sentence.

Because I am my Mothers Daughter.

(cue the 'dot dot dot')

I told him simply that my mother is an amazing woman. She taught me so much and continues to. That my mother is beautiful, strong, confident. She showed me not to settle, taught me how to bargain. Unknowingly addicted me to woodworking. She makes me laugh, she listens to me cry. That she rarely calls me by my name, or remembers whether or not I like onions or mushrooms. I bragged about how my mom calls me up to make me laugh, she sends me flowers. She stays up late to make Christmas Christmas, and Easter Easter. She gives instructions in far too much detail. She puts up with all the dogs, boys, and friends that I bring home. She makes everyone that meets her jealous that she isn't their mother.

She rubbed off on me, and I am proud of it.

...he laughed, and joked that he'll never ask me a question like that again. But he also said, "If I didn't know you, I still wouldn't doubt any of the things you said, its shows....and is your mom single?"

Happy Valentines Day Mom. Sorry dad, but this year, Shes MY Valentine. And everyday shes in my heart. :)

Ps. Dont take this as me being conceded, and Mom, I hope its not offensive that I took a compliment for the both of us.

Fast forward to Realization: Its OK to be Human

2011-02-04T07:57:00.000-08:00

I have been meaning to type away on my lovely little blog for some time now. Driving to work, thinkin, workin, thinkin, sleepin...not sleepin, thinkin, and never a pen or computer near by. So it will lack...finesse, I am sure.

k, so....

October 31st 2010.

My favorite holiday, Seriously.

It was a a gory, mildly cold on the outside, bone chilling on the inside....at least the inside of me....Terrifying night.
Like a well written slasher film, I experienced the morbid reality of a knife in the chest.
I have never been stabbed before.The shock of sudden unrelievable pain, the feeling of a muslce failing during an immense lunge on the crux, that feet-kicked-out-from-unda-ya struggling to continue walking, falling in your sleep and jolting awake just before the (possibly delightful) relief of knowing exactly what it'd be like to die in a dream. I can not explain it well enough, the emotions running through my head that night seemed to pour out of me. And they poured out with the blood of an empty stomach and too many tears onto the pavement.
Trust.
A word....an emotion....a bloody joke. The thing that died that night.

fast forward.

December 28th, 2010.

Christopher Ames & Whitney Redd's anniversary.

I fell in to it. We went for sushi, he brought me flowers, he wore the same attire, smelled the same way. The only thing that was different was his beard. It was our first date all over again. Except I didn't have to drive....but we still took my car. I could barely breathe the entire time. It was like I was wearing a corset while I stuffed my face with mounds of raw fish. I did not know why I was there, or who was sitting across from me. The worst part of it was....he didn't realize it was not the same girl who sat next to him at the sushi bar, not the same girl that was fascinated by an amazing man, not the girl who told him she loved him. But he treated me that way, all the wishy-washy thoughts paced back and forth in my head. What did he Really want? He couldn't see that instead there sat a girl who had snapped. Snapped back into reality, back to the realization that you really do have to work for love and once you let it go you cant expect it to fly back to you like some filthy pigeon. Rewind....

December 16th, 2010

Whitney's 3rd and most Harmonic Tattoo

"When was the last time you were really happy Whit?" ........after hearing that I am surprised the phone didn't get damaged from all of the saline falling out my eyes. My mind raced back, I picked through millions of memories in seconds. I found SO many happy moments, but I kept circling back to a few. Really just images in my mind, ones that soothed my breathing back down to a consistent and deep rhythm. I saw my family. I saw my friends. I saw my dog. Mountains, lakes, sun. I saw my daddio. And then I felt my dad, and I felt his arms around me. I saw the one man who truly loved me. I felt the one man who truly loved me. And It just stayed with me. But I could feel it slipping away, thoughts are funny that way. You can't keep them on you at all times, you cant physically see them, or embrace them, you have to remind yourself to remember them. Silly thoughts. So temporary.
'Click' I hung up the phone. (unfortunately cell phones don't actually make that sound)

I sat on my bed, head in palms. I tried to grab for those good memories but all I could reach were the more recent thoughts, painful and confusing ones. I thought back to Ms. Bartons history class, day one. Her familiar speech referencing your mind as an egg carton and that you need go back and crack open older eggs and remember. I wanted to rip that damn carton apart, throw the eggs at the back of my head until I wasn't conscience anymore. But there in my juvenile egging I found it again, that feeling of relief and contention. I am loved.

"Josie, I want another tattoo."
"Ok, Lets go!"
"Now?"
"Well of course now, you'll back out if you think about it any longer"

So I went. And I had my happy thoughts permanently pictured in black and blood for me to see.

Fast forward.
December 28th 2010.

A forceful doubt.

I found myself embraced by familiar arms, and familiar smells. It felt...familiar.
But I pulled myself away, I could feel an itch on my arm...a reminder, and I said no.

No. What an interesting word. One that I have a hard time using. Which, in fact, is exactly why I was in this situation to begin with. But I did it. I did it because that is how I felt right then, and right there. I felt my mind throwing egg after egg at my soul, reminding me why it only felt familiar, why it wouldn't feel good. He does not know what he wants.

Rewind.

Date Unspecified.

lies. lies to protect. lies to regret. lies you cant forget.

Several occasions I lied to Chris. Several times I told him something to avoid confrontation. I did not want to show I was weak, that I needed him. So I lied. I lied about actions that could have been easily accepted had I just told the truth.
Cheating.
I've never done it, I never could. But I lied. So I cheated him. And it has never been more miserable to realize my heart ache is caused by inaction.
I could have told the truth, and let him kick someones ass. But I couldn't....
the lies came out like vomit. I puked out lie after lie and all because I did not think he would believe me. Because no one ever believes me. I did not want to lose the trust that we had. He COULD trust me. He SHOULD trust me. He WOULD have trusted me.

But he never actually did trust me.

This hit me hard. I focused on the thought for weeks. There really was nothing I could have done that would have changed that fact. I never had the trust and here I am beating myself up for losing it.
Do you give trust? or is it earned? I truly don't believe anyone can actually trust anyone. Have you ever googled trust? Type 'define: trust' and read through all of the definitions...I don't think anyone can really agree on what it actually is. So how can we use it soooo frequently? And how do you know if your trust is the same as his trust?

Fast forward

November 15th, 2010

Bloody Email

Hurtful things were said.

But just know, I forgive you Christopher....although it did take my hand forcefully shattering through yours and my face of my favorite picture frame. Apparently, I do not punch like a girl.

(and thank you for forgiving me)

Fast forward

Present day

Through all this your probably wondering.....wha?

Well Its just tid-bits of my life lately. I just wanted to let you see through the keyhole of the new door I've opened. I am so incredibly happy. I mean, of course, life has its ups and downs but all-in-all I feel liberated. I feel like I learned such a valuable lesson and I want to share that with everyone. Sure, I got dumped. We had a great relationship with so many great things, and so many flaws, it was wonderful, and we let it go.

I am done with my 'fake' life, and my lies. I have been so upfront and honest lately its redic! I love having nothing to hide. And I never want to hide anything ever again.
I am living life for me, and I have never done anything purely for me. I can not tell you how great it feels.
Sure, I'll hurt people and they will hurt me.
But at least it will be out in the open. I cant afford to lose anyone else important in my life.
I do not wish to find love anytime soon. I am content with the love I have. Quite frankly(which is a term I have adopted, idintit quaint?), if I keep comparing everyone to my father I will never find a suitable partner. Because that is what I want in a man, someone like my dad, and, well....he is one of a kind. And don't get too creep-ed out I mean that in a very sincere and in depth kind of way. If I can find a man who can make me feel as loved and secure as that man does then I am set. In the meantime, I'll just be happy.

oh the ramblings a heartbroken 22 year old first timer, and oh the realizations of a newborn 22 year old woman, Thank you Christopher Ames. . . You will always be in my heart. ( i think ill stuff ya in the hole you put there :)

Halloweeen

2010-10-31T18:35:00.000-07:00

-Predator-

2010 Halloween was amazing. Dressed as a Female predator, with Chris as Arnold Schwarzenegger. ha. Went to a contest and one first for most original, earned a hundred bucks, and took soooooo many pictures with a bunch of great people. When I got up on stage the crowd was insane. Yelling and cheering for me, the predator. ha. It was great fun to be a predator.

Not sure how Brett didnt win with his amazing Orc costume.

Orc, Predator, and Snookie....Three best costumes there. haha

On Stage. Totally could not have done it with out the mask, I would have died from embarassment, I mean , I am wearing a loin cloth for heavens sake.

Make up by Brett Hamilton
Costume design by Brett Hamilton

The most epic halloween costume....yet once again! Woot.

Wasted Hazards

2010-06-17T07:03:00.000-07:00

Currently I have been working at my new job with ALS Laboratories. (formerly known as ChemData)
I have quite enjoyed my activities with good friends HNO3 & HCl, although their spit is quite caustic to the skin. Got my nose burnt pretty good, ha.

But I truly enjoy it.

Also, I have the pleasure of being apart of the CO-ED Softball team.Apparently I clap for myself...

....Yes, Whitney Redd, Plays Softball....and I am not all that bad :)

Also, I moved...again.

Livin' with my best bud Josie, and lovin it. The place is four times the size of my previous one and full of puppies for Duece to get annoyed with. He loves it! I have plenty of room to spare if anyone ever needs a place to stay....(eh hummm, Mom, Dad.....Family! Come see me!)

...and of course Ive been climbing. :)

GoodBye

2010-04-24T19:17:00.000-07:00

Dear Daddy,

2009-11-10T19:17:00.000-08:00

Tonight, I WELDED!

...and, I did an AWESOME job!

(at making it look like it has a skin disease)

Niche-en

2009-10-06T11:46:00.000-07:00

So...Here are my once promised pictures of my HOME.
Sort-of.

Da da da da tada!

My Kitchen.

So...What do you think? Small kitchen? Yah, I know. Buuut. I ♥ my Niche-en Kitchen.

&&& P.S. ....

...This wall needs help...help me!

We Went To LAKE POWELL

2009-08-11T08:09:00.001-07:00

Where there was fishing a plenty....

and Water Sports too....

Smiles on everyone....

...& lots of Dancing and Food.

I didnt get many pictures...its hard when your having too much fun. And after playing with Roxy's little camrea...I must get a new one...I mean...these pics are only good because of the content.

Thank You Mom & Dad!
We all always love this trip and the great food. You guys are awesome!! Also, thanks to Justin and Sarah, and Roxy and Sam...I am sure you guys did a bunch of work to put it all together as well!

I need to climb more...

2009-06-30T08:18:00.000-07:00

Do not take this post the wrong way, buuut there is nothing wrong with planning the^hopefullyinevitable. HA

I am not planning anything, I am just saying....I WANT...

(like usual)

*Sigh*

Whitney and _____ sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-NG.

Read about this*

First comes love, than comes marriage....

Than comes a green kitchen with plenty of storage.

Next comes....

...and the clickity clack of duece's claws on these floors...

and all the little itty bitty whittys can be made on this bed. I just love this bed! ha _(creepy?)
Check the rest out here

Memorable Memorial day

2009-06-05T08:07:00.000-07:00

We had an interesting rainy/sunny/windy/cold/hot kind of camping trip for memorial day. I have a bunch of video that I will post as a music video as soon as I have the time to make them into one. (and when Roxy 'ehum' sends me pics and video from her camera).

But heres some pics. And Just ONE video, You can find more on my Video-Blog!

Enjoy~

Sugarhome

2009-05-11T19:40:00.000-07:00

-Queso-

I do not know how many of you are aware...but something PHENOMINAL happened on, oh lets see when was it, MAY 1st!!

I GOT MY OWN PLACE!

yes, my own place. . .

like I live alone
like I live alone with Duece
like I live alone with a really cool neighbor
like I live alone and have a fireplace and a very creepy basement
like I LIVE ALONE! (with Duece)

I will post some pictures soon. But not yet...I haven't finished decorating.

New New New

2009-04-26T00:24:00.000-07:00

I have a bunch of new photos up!

Click here to see them!

They are located on my Photoblog!

Also, New blog coming soon!

Video Blog! You'll have to check it out!

Series of Unusual Events

2009-03-04T17:25:00.000-08:00

Number 1 - Mindless Whitney:

Well.

I took Grandma to my brother Justins Play the other Monday.

Chris and I arrived rather early to pick her up. She wasn't quite ready and of course on the way there was stressed that she was to make us late.
She mentioned on the way there how excited she was to see Justin sing and act, while reminding Chris how Justin was her first grandson they have.
We got there just in time, sat down, and watched a two hour play, with a ten minute intermission.

Although, we never saw Justin.

I was a bit suspicious when I couldn't find Sarah or Jeremy in the crowd...but shrugged it off.

We were all severly confused, I was rather embarrassed, but couldn't understand why Justin wouldnt have told us that his part was cancelled.

On the drive home, I called my Mom. Found out that Justin now teaches at a different High School now. Apparently I was told of this.

Embarrassed. Very embarrassed.

Justin thought it was hysterical. We had talked a few nights before, to make sure I knew how to get there. I assured him I had been there to his class before, and I had. Although in his mind he was thinking that I had been there for seminary when I first moved to SLC, which I had.
Oddly enough both high schools were having comical plays at seven o'clock for a five dollar entrance fee, just as Justin had said.

Oh man, How bad I felt for dragging my grandmother out to the wrong play she was so excited to see. Kept her out til 11 o clock too!! haha

On the bright side, Grandma had quite the liking to Chris. She insisted on him escorting her by the arm, and talked his ear off. Grandpa couldn't quite place him, he knew he had a Chris in the family, but this wasn't the one he remembered. :)

Utterly, I fail. But, it was good to spend some time with my grandma.

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Number 2 - Amanda Dusoe....in a dress?

We had a Oscar party at my friend amandas house. Her mom had it all set up with food, drinks, and a red carpet. We were all required to dress formal.
Stunning...we looked stunning.

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Number 3 - Boom! Bang! :

So the other day Chris' Porsche blew up.

Yes, Boooooom. Blew up, on fire and everything. Scared me to death, and devestated him. So I went and rescued him right. I parked in front of his house, which happened to be on a hill.
We went inside, I tried to console him....five minutes later the door bell rings...

My car had rolled down and hit into another car...bah, At least they had their car turned into the curb, and no damage was done. But I was very amused. In park, and parking break...Bad car day. At least it kinda made Chris laugh.

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So that is my quick week of unusual events

My kids cuter than yours

2009-02-15T17:45:00.000-08:00

Just Laugh....

This is the photo that gets me through some sad times. Haha. Duece and his "snarl face"....he gets a good lip curl when you scratch just the right spot...

Phodge

2009-02-09T09:25:00.000-08:00

We have been cooking a lot lately.

I ♥♥♥ it!

Chris 'cooked' us sushi as a fore mentioned....

And than Lamb Chops....Dont think I have ever had them until them(mom, correct me if Im wrong). They were way good, and bloody of course...most of the things we cook arent really cooked at all.
Chris and I cant cook hamburger together because between the two of us the meat doesnt last long enough to cook..

haha. Yeah, were gonna die....we know.

Then...last night we cooked Pho. If you have not had Pho (pronounced Fuh) you are sadly uncultured and I will have to have you over for dinner.
It is a very yummy vietnamese soup. Pho, is a beef broth...then you can add rare beef, brisket, tendon, tripe, onions, basil, bean sprouts....and dont forget to season it with shiracha and soy sauce.

Its delightful....
Phomazing!

Before

After Broth...coookinEatin(chris doesn't like this pic, I love it...)

Other than Chris fatting me up lately. I have been in a bit of a rut.

I hate where I live. Seriously, can not take it anymore. I want to get my own place, for me and Duece, and I am willing to pay 600 bucks a month if I have too! I found a few places but my lease is not up until the end of April and I would feel bad moving out sooner since I have ALL the furniture, appliances, etc at my current home.
I only work 30-35 hours a week right now, and I dont think I should...but it just might happen. I hate not wanting to come home, or not spending time with Duece because I am so frustrated to be there.
Any ways, if any one has any suggestions that would be great. Let me know. I might live in chris' backyard for a few weeks just to relax(or at least I would if he had a backyard, and if his neighbors werent crazy).

Bah, Such is life. I loved this house, and now, because of all the bull crap roommate drama, and tons of unnessecary money mishaps...I hate being home. Its not a home. and that frustrates me most.

Happy-nings

2009-01-27T12:38:00.000-08:00

Welp.
Its been a while.

Not too much is new.

Ive been a bit of a recluse being jobless-ish and with the snow and all.

Chris made us sushi one night....it was amazing. I seriously haven't had better sushi. Could have been all the hard work "we" put into it. haha. But it was amazing.Chris, Josie, Mike, DA, Toledo, Duece

We also had a quick trip to Vegas for Theresa's and Dusoes birthdays. Dusoe flew us out there and back, and her parents paid for the hotel. It was a nice trip...good to be in good weather.

Aaron, Me, Josie, Dusoe

We also had a little celebration at our house on T's actually birthday. I love the video of her, she is so funny. Happy birthday T!!

Susie, Danny, Weston, Theresa, Josie, Chris
The two twenty one year olds...

Popcorn popping on the christmas tree

2008-12-15T16:26:00.000-08:00

Awe. Christmas card worthy

Girls night.

Yes, we had a girls night.
It consisted of Amanda, Josie, Theresa, Me, and Duece(crampin our girls night steez)

Theresa and her lovely Weston got us a tree the other night. Its ADORABLE! $70 kinds of adorable lol. Any who. They put some lights on it...but thats all we had. Sooo Dusoe(amanda) and I decided that we should decorate it more...with Popcorn!! My favorite treat...

So we tricked T and Josie to help out on the endeavor...

Josie did most of the work...kind of all of it

Dusoe and I just kind of goofed off

REDD Blood and Guts

2008-11-19T08:08:00.000-08:00

This last weekend was an amazing one. I enjoyed it to the fullest. I had the most amazing 'end' to my climbing season.
On saturday I took my family to Dicks sporting goods at the gateway and got them in on some free climbing. The wall there is run by a couple of friends, so it was a sweet deal. It is three stories high, roughly 70 ft is what we decided.
Syd rocked it up half way her first time, and then made it to the top on her next try! I was so stoked, and she really enjoyed being lowered afterwards...I hope Ive started her on an addiction.
Justin also climbed the smiley face holds at the wall as well, he did superb...couldnt let all of his younger sisters show him up! :)
I am super stoked that my family is down to try climbing, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! Thanks you guys! Jeremy...its your turn!!

The next day, chris, sean and I headed up the thumb in Little Cottonwood Canyon.
It was about a 45 min approach, that nearly killed me. Then, we started up an eight pitch climb to the thumb. The weather was beautiful...like 60 degrees, i am sunburnt :)
The first pitch and second pitch were pie, we did them rather fast. Then, on to the hardest part... the 5.11c finger crack...granite finger crack. I screamed in pain up this climb and left a fair amount of blood in its awkward crevice. The belay station was packed with 6 other climbers.. Twas intense. I got a bloody nose from a dood throwing rope for his climber, we laughed, but i was severely pissed. ha.
Next, was an off width of death, I LOVED IT! But we didnt have time to finish to the thumb so we headed down around 4 o clock, rappelling from hanging belay to hanging belay. Tooooo exciting. A good 8 hours of climbing, I was SPENT!

On monday, I did a 5.8 er .9 and dinked around on a 5.11
Than ended up leading a 5.11 climb called black monday. . . I missed the crux clip three times, falling to the next bolt. haha. Gave Chris and Josie a couple of heart attacks. Buuuut felt so good to finish a hard climb...I gave off a good victory grunt at the top "yippee Kiyay!"

Gnarly climbers hands-you know you want some
beautiful, they are, beautiful, hope they never heal...to get me through the winter
:)

Any who, Got home around 5 that day, and had to be ready to go to the GWAR concert at 6:30. I showered and passed out til 6:45 ... lucky my friend agreed to pick me up at 7 instead.
The opening band was pretty stellar, the next band sucked...and then GWAR...Well, GWAR was nuts.

They are elaborately dressed and very opinionated. They killed McCain, Obama, and Hilary on stage...spraying their blood all over the crowd. I was drenched. We were packed in, shoving people, dancing, and shivering from the colorful liquids all over, SOOOO much fun! Loved it. I scared T when I got home, looking like I had been to hell and back...take a gawk...I am not sure why there is green and blue in there? Ewww

Seasons Part Duex

2008-11-12T08:28:00.000-08:00

I tried Rox. My kid isn't as cute as yours...And my photography skills aren't as good either...

He is still a pretty pretty boy. I wish I could stud him out...
Any one know an unnueterist?

Looking for the Perfect hug

2008-11-11T09:27:00.000-08:00

This boy I love, And he will always love me. I think my whole family supports my choice. I only need him, and my dad. The men of my life. I just wish I got to see my dad everyday like I see Duece.

I am in a cheeser-i-miss-my-daddy mood

Boogity

2008-11-01T12:11:00.001-07:00

The most epic Halloween Costume..eva

Made the dress, made the hair

Josie made me up

Perfection.

Take a gander.

boo

-More pictures in Photo Blog-

Gettin scratched in cracks, and getting baked with frank

2008-10-28T08:59:00.000-07:00

'The epitomy of cool'

I have alot to talk about, and so little interspace to put it on.

Well, lets start at the beginning. or as early back as I can recall at the time bein...

So two weekends ago, Myself, Duece, Jesus, Ben, Chris, & Chris all took a nice trip to Indian Creek.
I successfully addicted my two new friends to crack, and came out of there with surprisingly very few track marks.

The best part of the trip however, was my Sister...Roxy Noodle Brain. She took the challenge of climbing...I am not going to lie I thought she was going to bail...But she did it! A Stinkin 5.9 Crack climb called Twin cracks....for her first time!! Can I get a shocking 'huh' sound from our readers? Let me explain a lil something. Crack climbing...hated by most, thought crazy by most, and rarely done by americans. 5.9 rating...most people never get past 5.9-5.10 rating in climbing. And my sister, did this, her first time. so proud, so proud(wheres the pics rox)

Ben and Duece

Chris on a nasty offwidth, which was kinda fun...of course ben loved it.
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Last night My crazy fun new roommate Theresa(Theresa Corrao, from cello, HS friend...memeber?) and myself, and Amanda of course....Made Halloween cookies.

The plan was to make them for the neighbors, b/c I dont really like cookies, and we dont need that kind of sugar in our lives.

The night was an amazing adventure...
From the Sticky, sticky, very sticky dough...

to the very runny, but soon altered and turned out amazing frosting....

To the very interestingly decorated cookies, that are very burnt, and covered in tears of laughter, and the three of us' spit.

This is frank, the pumpkin disguised as a bunny, the last cookie made (inspired by donnie darko)

Special thanks to Tammy Dusoe, for last minute providing us with the following:
cookie cutters, food coloring, flour, vanilla, sprinkles, pretty much everything we needed, that we forgot.

Far out dood

2008-09-16T05:32:00.000-07:00

Natural Gas Taxi Trucks, Balls of Gas, Olive Gardens, Melted wires, 3D madness

What do these all have in common? Well simple. A Redd family outing.

Mom, Dad, Me, Justin, Sarah, Nathan all went and checked out a truck, drove it around. This after watching dad slave away at my house to make my dryer work, and make the lights work, also after indulging my face at Olive Garden....we Then continued the night and ate two XL buckets of Popcorn, 5 sodas, A fruit-cicle, flew in space, learned about abstract art(constellations), Played with Rocks, clubbed lizards...pretty much partied the night away.
_{if you are confused about any of the above...feel free to ask.}

I have a stomach ache, headache, and I miss my family already.

1-a-day

2008-09-11T07:16:00.000-07:00

My family, (ma&pa) Convinced me to take a spur of the moment labor day trip to Indian creek.
[they offered to pay gas, how could I refuse]
It was a short, 24 hour kind of deal.
But amazing, none-the-less.
So thanks to my family, it was good to see you all.
& thanks mom, dad, & roxy for some gas money! You guys are great.

We all got rather beat up, Dad got splattered, I busted my toe, And Tony ran Sam over. ha

This is how to make a white baby tan.

Its just one of those moments

I found dirt in my ears, mud on my dog, and sand in my teeth for at least 3 days after.

Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig....then...
...CRASH!

_{More pictures in Photo Blog}

BC Dot Com

2008-08-28T18:31:00.000-07:00

New job

welp-it-is-great
yes, that is my emotion.

I work for backcountry.com
check it out.
Call in.
dont know the number but my ext is 4136. chya.

♥♥I love it. ♥♥
I L♥VE it.
Can I emphasize this enough?

(oh yeah, everything else is chill, lifes good, im broke, still truckin)

A life with out him?

2008-08-20T10:16:00.000-07:00

Ok, so ACTUALLY....
Duece got confinement for 10 days.
The guy called once and wanted his tag numbers and updated vac stuff(which i need to get still, some one should call and remind me)
SOooo.
he has only called once in a week, should be good.
yes
phew.♦
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Everything is ok.
I got away with a warning.
And duece got a flick on the nose.

need to get his paperwork in!
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So this morning while i was washing my coffee cup. Koa (my roommate Melindas dog) growls at Duece as always, so we both kinda shrug it off.
Duece is a curious and friendly little buggar but lately he's been a grump. He got closer to Koa and Koa snipped at him. Duece had had enough, as he should have, and ripped into him. We both jumped to grabbed our dogs, the only difference, Melinda got in between the two and Duece bit down on her arm.
I wrestled him to the ground and yelled at him. Then locked him away in my room.
I look over and she is holding her arm while blood is gushing out. She seemed a bit panicked as I was.
Anyway, She needed my vaccination records for Duece, so I gave them to her. She needed to go to the hospital...and of course, our RN roommate was not around.

Heres the deal with Duece. He is not current on his shots, He is not registered with the state, He is not liscenced. AND he just bit someone.
If the state decides to take him, they will.

He will be deamed potentially dangerous, and since he does not belong to me the possibility of being put down is possible.

I am in tears.
I do not know what to do.

I am over reacting, but I have seen some terrible things happen to animals after they bite someone. Regardless the situation.
I fail as a dog owner.

Dirt Me

2008-08-11T08:20:00.000-07:00

So on Saturday afternoon Myself, Chris, and Tony went climbing in BCC.
We wanted go do something new...so we got ourselves a book, and picked a "trail".
About an hour later we arrived at the base of the climb. (the hike was no picnic, we went through thickets, up talice(er whatever all those big rocks are) and i was exhausted)
Well, the first climbs sketched me out because the belay stations were totally slanted and just standing you had to really work to keep your balance.
But we went around the corner and woolah!!!
The most amazing climb I have done in a long time.
and of course it wasn't in the book, so I am still trying to figure out the name of my new found route. And once I find out, if its any less than an 5.11b I will be severely disappointed.
T'was hard friends. Hard.
But it gave me the _J^ITTE_R^s and I absolutely can not sit here at work knowing there arerocks to be climbed, challenges to be triumphed.

Oh the days I feel this way

2008-08-08T12:52:00.000-07:00

What if I were to do my hair something like this?

would you all still love me?

(I seriously ♥ it)

Goldfish shaped Meshackers

2008-08-07T12:25:00.000-07:00

_{K so}

I am dog/goldfish sitting for Justin & Sarah, right.
Well.....I spent the night at their house b/c it just works out better this way. And well, Duece likes to get up early, around 5 am. So I get out of bed, and take him out side. He does his thing and I head back to switch dogs( let meshack out, duece in).

welp, we were locked out.

So here I am 5 am, in my PJ's. Tank top and undies^{(what? Its summer, and I don't have the luxury of garments)}...Traipsing around Coppertons very own seminary teachers house, attempting to break in.
I found out that their bedroom window was open.
Although, this was no hop inside. I'm short, window high.

So I did the whale/spread eagle trying to get into the house with out knocking over the lamp and getting mud everywhere.

Mission accomplished though.
So I let Meshack out. The bugger runs from me.
so here I am in my skives, chasing a dog down the street, yelling Meshack! Meshack!

Yep. Church could be interesting for you this weekend bro.

Buuuut, the story doesn't end there.
Just so happens that friend of mine lives near to Justin, well behind. He called me nearly in tears this morning telling me how entertaining it was to watch.

-_-

_{I am my mothers daughter(doesn't it sound like something my mom would do? or even Roxy? tehe)}

The ABC's of this weekend

2008-08-06T08:48:00.000-07:00

So this weekend was a lot of fun.

It was my good friend Jeffy's birthday so we threw him a party, it was a dress up party. Ha, Since all the ones I have anything to do with end up being dress up parties :)

The theme was burlesque, or ABC(Anything But Clothes), which before you freak out, doesn't mean you come naked, it just means you have to be creative and MAKE your costume.

So I dressed burlesque, b/c the way they did their hair is just amazing, and Tony & Duece went ABC.

We made a duct tape suit jacket with a caution tape tie for Tony( and Dueces collar was duct tape as well)

I wore my painfully wonderful corset, a skirt, long legging with bows, bright red lip stick, and cool hair ha.

You should have seen the girl in saran wrap. ha. I tried to get a good pic of my hair, and thats the best I could do...

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On sunday we had a pot luck dinner with Tony's friends/old landlords.. the clicks.

Sue Click has made it up my list as one of the funniest lady's ever. And she made and amazing apricot, tofu, mushroom something or another.
We brought OUR famous stuffed Artichokes. Yum.

I learned a new game which I cant remember the name for, and Sue made sure we played till dark, she laughed so hard at some points, nearly had me in tears. LOVED IT.

He was pretending...He didn't help a bit.

_{Ok, just kidding, he cooked the rice.}

Beautiful Artichokes...yes, I know, I ruin the picture.

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And of course...what would a weekend be without SCRABBLE!(I think I won this game)

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Just as a little Side Note..

The Clicks gave me a bunch of Apricots, So I am trying to make leather like grandma Lily always did. So as much as I like this cool, cloudy weather...its messing up my leather making process, its been two days now and my leather isnt even close to being dried.

^{&&& my car smells like apricots}

Home Sweet 'Cello

2008-07-28T08:24:00.000-07:00

We had a great time at home this weekend. We really didn't do much, but I think it was a much needed restful vacation.

Amanada was in total shock and awe over the small town. She loved the fact that you could see the stars, and thought the parade was just wonderful.

Tony knows what small towns are all about so he mostly enjoyed my nieces. We played with them non-stop it seemed, never wearing them out.

We went to Uncle bobs(aka LineCamp Steak House) paid a bunch of money for a shared steak and salad. Bob told a few jokes and lucky didnt find out that Tony is a Vegetarian.

They got to meet the chatty Sherry and Tammy, and realize that I don't talk as much as they thought I did. :)

It was great to see some of the family, and share my friends with them.

Duece

2008-07-25T08:28:00.000-07:00

So I was bored one day because I went home from work early due to an allergic reaction I had. Yeah. I am allergic to something at my work. It has been peachy.
_{& yes, of course I am allergic to work in general}
So anyways, Duece and I had a little photo shoot. ha. He didnt like it.

Ka-lose up!
Pay no attention to AKC, They may have denied him...but I mean look at that studmuffin. Hes harvard material.

"Mom, I hate you right now" -Duece

Yes, mainly just rolled over and tried to ignore me.

He really didn't enjoy me dressing him up.

HA.

Trip home

2008-07-23T08:11:00.000-07:00

Como se dice 'cheese' en espanol?

K so.

Myself, Amanda, Duece, & Tony Will be coming home to for the twenty fourth celebrations. We will be leaving Friday at around 5 pm.
Kind of a late start, but I will try to get off at 4 so that we can leave as soon as possible.

So it should be an interesting trip. You will all get to meet the three of the most important people in my life. ha.

Due to some comments. I must clarify.
HA. Amanda, Duece, & Tony are three OF_OFOF^OF the most important people, This does not mean they are the most important people in my life.

Come on now. I love my Family more than anything.^{meaning...you(family)are more important, promise.}
_{although duece might be my number one. te he}

Fireworks!

2008-07-09T10:16:00.000-07:00

So last night I finally had the chance to celebrate the 4th of July! Our Indepedence Day! Tony, Duece, and I lit sparklers and flower-spinner-thingys! I love it! Although I was practically in my PJ's and did about light myself on fire, it was a good time.
Thanks Tony!!

As you can tell. We might have had a little too much fun!

Back in the Groove

2008-07-08T12:11:00.000-07:00

I have made the decision .

It is final.

I am returning to school. Probably in the spring 2009.

I will be attending the University of Utah. Mainly because I want to be in debt til I am forty. Also because it will give me more motivation to stick with it.

I am going to be studying Materials Science & Engineering. Which is similar to the once attempted Mechanical engineering. But more my ballpark.

I want to become a Quality Assurance Engineer for Black Diamond Ltd.

I have finally found a job that is perfect for me. I love the idea and I just really hope it will get my life back in the right direction.

Also, I am planning a trip to Australia for next summer. It will be a reward for finishing a semester...so wish me luck.

Australia has amazing climbing. I will have the itinerary planned out and posted at a later date.

WOOT.

How could you?

2008-07-06T21:37:00.000-07:00

A story I recieved when joining up with no more homeless pets in Utah. Very Touching, Very Sad.

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad", you'd shake your finger at me and ask "how could you?" But then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be anymore perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love". As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-- because your touch was now so infrequent--and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understood the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to prise your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you, that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realised I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate. I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a seperate room. A blissfully quiet room. she placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?""How could you?" was not directed at her Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained that it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my .

It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

After Death?

2008-07-03T13:52:00.000-07:00

Death

Death has been surrounding me the past week.

My boyfriends' 'grandmother' died recently, bummed him out...just made me think about things a bit.
Climbing the other day, we were stopped (mistaken as professional somethings), and asked to help find a lost girl on our hike. We got all the info, we kept are eyes open. She was a friend of a friend I found out later. She fell 100 ft and died instantly....made me think a little more.
Just two days ago a friend of mine killed himself. . . made me think a lot, made me cry a little.

I am not a fan of this trend, seemingly hitting closer and closer to home.

Just be safe all.

I love you.

A Life of Variety!

2008-06-26T12:19:00.000-07:00

Queso.

I am moving to Cottonwood Heights again. My new address is 7159 S 3080 E Cottonwood Heights, UT 84047. I will not be moving in until July 5th, So please hold all money you plan to send me until than ;) The house has four dogs living there already... an Alaskan Malumute, A Lab/something fuzzy mix, and two min-pins. It has a great back yard, front yard needs work. I rent the entire basement with my own bath. Its actually not a room, its more like a living room...so I have no closet. If anyone has any thing I could use as one, or any ideas that'd be great!

I also start a new job on July 7th. I will be the Admin Assist for a company called Westates. (West States) It is in South Jordan so its not too far from where I will be living. I will still be working Saturdays at BlueStar, well technically at Farmers market. But I am finally moving on from coffee...surprised?

I plan to Climb constantly for the next week or so before my new job. So if anyone would like to join me, I'd be much obliged. I just climbed a 5.10d with an .11 finish the other day. Totally slick face, the finish had no hand holds, it was very intense. I LOVED it!

By the end of July I plan to be out of debt. Therefore, I will be able to come visit the family! ha. Gas is too expensive and I cant afford time off right now. Buuuut Soon. No worries.

Briefly

2008-06-20T15:56:00.000-07:00

This blog is designed to please the family.
When I say 'please the family' I simply mean that I am informing you all of where I am, whats going on, new addresses, etc. (because you all keep saying I have dropped off the map...so here I am...on blogspot!! )